Reincarnation of the concubine of the apocalypse

Chapter 80 Talent Competition II Warmth
It was none other than the one who was burning with anger.

It was Mu Weier, the lord of Qingyue County, who entered the palace gate before everyone else.

The reason for the anger was nothing but a very simple reason.

That is, it hit the shirt again.

The same is red.

Jun Wanqing was wearing a red lotus that seemed to be in full bloom, and she was indescribably graceful.

Even more like a raging fire in the snow, a blooming red plum in the frost and snow immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.

Mu Wei'er caressed her unhealed face under the veil.

This face was not comparable to hers before it was injured.

Now it is even more incomparable!

This Jun Wanqing was like her natural enemy.

She is also the daughter of the guard on one side.

The same is happy in red.

What's even more annoying is that she can still stand beside the person she likes!

It is really that Mu Weier's anger is too strong, and Ming Yujin can't ignore it.

He murmured, "Wan Qing, does the Qingyue County Lord have a grudge against you?"

Wan Qing only glanced at it lightly, and then said: "She has lost to me since she was a child, and she has resented me for a while, so don't worry about it, Ah Jin."

Ming Yujin understood that if the two of them were born in the Three Kingdoms, then Qingyue County Lord would definitely give a loud roar, "Sheng Yu He Sheng Liang!"

Ming Yujin, the lord of Qingyue County, felt a little sympathetic to this untrue name.

Not long after, an old voice came from the high position above: "Quiet, the dance competition is over, please come to the stage for the ladies who performed just now."

A few people understand that this is the time to vote.

Soon, there was a row of ladies standing gracefully on the stage.

Jun Wanqing was dressed in red, her demeanor was dusty yet hearty, and she was instantly eye-catching.

Look at those ladies again, huh?

"Why is Ming Yuhua also on stage?" Ming Yujin asked Bai Xiaosheng Li Yanran beside her.

Li Yanran curled her lips and said, "The sisters take turns performing two performances every year. This year she should perform dance and music, but in all fairness, her skills are considered outstanding."

While the two were talking, some male guests came to the stage to vote.

Each held a flower woven with a ribbon in his hand, and placed it in a silver tray on the long table in front of the ladies.

The stamen of this flower is hollow, and some caring people will write a love poem and put it in it.

Ming Yujin then unleashed her spiritual power and counted the flowers in front of everyone.

Jun Wanqing and Ming Yuhua had the same number of votes. Thinking about Yanran's words just now, Ming Yuhua should also be a person with real talent and learning.

only. . .

Hooked lips smile.

After the men voted, a little eunuch came up to sing the votes.

"Qiao Sangzhi, the daughter of the imperial historian, land ticket~"

"Ge Xiner, the daughter of the Shaofu supervisor, eight votes~"

"Min Qiu Qipiao, the daughter of Guozijian offering wine~"

. . .

"Ming Yuhua, the deputy prime minister's daughter, has thirty five votes~"

When Ming Yuhua heard the number of votes she had, she smiled at Ming Yurong with a winning ticket in her hands.

The Han family in the audience finally stopped gloomy and showed a little joy.

That confident smile is as bright as peaches and plums, as bright as stars.

Fascinated, all the men in the audience covered their chests and took a deep breath.

It's really seductive and fascinating.

. . .

"Jun Wanqing, the daughter of General Jingxi, has [-] land tickets~"

Following the little eunuch's words, the ticket was exported.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Ming Yuhua's flowery smile just now appeared a little ironic.

Even the little eunuch who sang the tickets was a little embarrassed.

The main reason is that the beauty of Ming Dynasty turned from sunny to cloudy too quickly.

The little eunuch felt that he didn't fit in with this aura.

Hurry up and perfunctorily finish singing the rest of the tickets.

Just about to step down in a hurry.

"and many more!"

The little eunuch who couldn't escape turned around bitterly, bowed and said: "The servant is here, what orders does Miss Ming have?"

Ming Yuhua stared at the silver plate in front of herself and Jun Wanqing, and said coldly: "You count the tickets for the two of us again."

The little eunuch had no choice but to bow down.

However, the number of votes counted is naturally the same as before.

Ming Yuhua, who had the chance to win, thought he was going to reach the top.

To lose by one vote with hatred, is extremely unwilling!
And she is not someone who can hold her breath.

"I don't believe it, count it again for me, no, replace it with another person!" Unable to restrain himself, he roared.

Only then did the bright eyes flow, graceful and graceful, and the image of looking forward to the brilliance disappeared in an instant.

When Ming Yurong saw that the situation was not good, she got up and wanted to go on stage to stop her sister.

After Ming Yuhua yelled, she knew it was bad, so she quickly picked up her smiling face.

It's just that it's too late.

Everyone in the audience had a panoramic view of this reversed scene.

It's really a loss of reputation for many years.

Compared with Jun Wanqing's calmness and composure, she took it calmly.

Sit down!

Seeing that the ending has been decided, Jun Wanqing bowed lightly and stepped down.

Being so flattered and humiliated, watching the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court with a smile, has won the favor of many people.

Here, seeing this, sister Ming Yuhua had no choice but to step off the stage in resentment, with the usual smile still on her face.

It's just that now that this smile falls in the eyes of everyone, it's not the original taste.

Ming Yujin watched from a distance, and commented: "These two sisters are also tired of life, no matter when and where, they have to put on a show, and they are more dedicated than actors."

Ming Yuheng also glanced at it, but didn't say a word. He nodded her head and asked softly, "Is it your fault?"

"No way, she lost in the first place!" Ming Yujin retorted.

Seeing Ming Yuheng's cold eyes condensed slightly, he said softly: "I just let her lose four tickets to one, and I gave her face!"

Ming Yuheng was speechless.

If Ming Yuhua knew that he had lost four cards from the beginning, he probably wouldn't have lost his position so much.

A difference of one vote, what a hateful thing!
Regardless of unwillingness or joy, the dance competition has come to an end.

The next thing is calligraphy and painting.

Seeing Yu Hanyan standing up, he said lightly: "The calligraphy and painting competition begins."

Seeing this, the ladies who wanted to compare got up from their seats one after another.

Nuannuan naturally also went, after receiving the encouragement from the sisters.

Ming Yurong glanced at the seats of Wen Nuan and the others, then slowly got up and walked up the stage.

Seeing everyone standing still in front of their desks, Yu Hanyan signaled the maid beside her to take out the test questions and recite them.

"Within half a stick of incense, a picture of snowy plums is drawn, and Mrs. Han's thousand-character chanting plum seal is hidden in the painting."

All the girls were in an uproar, and it was difficult to draw a picture of snowy plums inside the half stick of incense.

It is simply impossible to hide Mrs. Han's Yongmei seal script in the painting.

There has never been such a difficult question in previous years!
Ming Yurong also frowned, it was indeed too difficult, and she was not sure.

"If you are not sure, you can go down now." Yu Hanyan still spoke lightly.

All the ladies who knew they couldn't finish it stepped off the stage and returned to their original positions.

Anyway, if so many people can't finish it, it's not a shame.

In the end, there were only two people left on the stage.

Ming Yurong, warm.

Seeing that Nuannuan was left behind, Ming Yurong murmured in her heart.

She herself is not sure of completing it, she is just gambling.

Everyone went down, and she was on the stage by herself.

In terms of momentum, she is already superior, even if she really can't finish it in the end, she will not fall behind.

It's just that the warmth remained, and she was a little confused.

She knew that Wen Nuan was amazing in calligraphy and painting, otherwise she would not have arranged for someone to hurt her hand.

Thinking of how she almost beat Ming Yuhua despite hurting her hand last year.

Does she have the confidence to complete it?

No, it's impossible, even Master Yu, I'm afraid he doesn't have the confidence to do it.

Eighty percent of her are betting like herself.

Thinking of it this way, my heart is also settled.

Seeing that there were two people left behind, Yu Hanyan signaled the little eunuch on the field to light incense.

Time was running out, so Ming Yurong stopped thinking about it.

After grinding the ink to adjust the color, he picked up the brush to paint.

Just after a while, I heard the sound of exclamation from the audience.

It was so loud that she couldn't ignore it.

Looking at the prestige, I saw that everyone's eyes were fixed on the direction where Wen Nuan was standing.

Then he raised his eyes and looked, it was okay not to look, but he was surprised when he saw it.

It turns out that Wen Nuan can hold a pen with both hands, and judging by the speed of the flying, it is evenly matched.

Ming Yurong was disturbed, and in a trance, she also stained a branch of red plum that she had just painted with ink.

In this way, it becomes even more exhausting to deal with it.

On the other hand, Wen Nuan was immersed in the atmosphere of painting and writing, and knew nothing about the outside world.

Two-pronged approach, writing is like a godsend.

Before the time for half a stick of incense came, he had already lifted his breath and closed his pen.

And Ming Yurong will also accept the pen within the stipulated time.

When the four court ladies stepped forward, they unfolded the two's transformations.

Wen Nuan adopts the method of splashing ink to paint plums, and the strokes of the strokes also change with each other, which requires one dip in ink to complete in one go.

The old man who commented did not elaborate on the specific brushwork in the following, but just let everyone in the audience watch it by themselves.

It's just that the look of praise on the old man's brows is reflected on his face.

Warmth describes the beauty of plum blossoms, from budding to blooming, from blooming to withering, from low, pitching, opening and closing, rolling and relaxing.

A painting outlines the short life of plum blossom.

There are thousands of postures and different postures, and they have a strange charm in the denseness.

What is even more astonishing is that in the center of Mei Rui is the elegant Xiaozhuan.

Everyone stepped forward and counted them, and it was undoubtedly Mrs. Han's Xiaozhuan.

Words and flowers are perfectly integrated in one place, praise flowers with words, and promote words with flowers.

Lan Xinhui is really good!

Looking at it this way, Ming Yurong's side was obviously dwarfed by the comparison.

It's really hard to look down on.

Just like bright pearls and stones, once you have seen the bright and bright pearls, how can you catch the ordinary stones.

This calligraphy and painting contest ended with warm strength crushing Ming Yurong.

Ming Yurong saw that the superiority and inferiority had been divided, so he walked up to Nuannuan, smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations to Nuannuan junior sister, the skill of junior sister is really amazing to Yurong, even Master Yu is not as good as it is." .”

Wen Nuan smiled warmly, and gave a salute: "Miss Ming is overrated. Nuan Nuan's skills are taught by Master Yu carefully. Only a famous teacher can produce a good student. Nuan Nuan just dare not insult the teacher's earnest teachings."

It means that I learned the same famous teacher, but you failed to learn it. This can only be blamed for your lack of skill in learning.

Ming Yurong breathed heavily into her heart, unable to vomit or swallow.

It's really uncomfortable like a stick in the throat.

Squeezing out the last trace of a smile, he said, "Then Yurong is here to congratulate my junior. I hope that my junior will take good care of her amazingly slender hands. Next time, Yurong wants to ask my junior for advice."

Gentle and not afraid of her, she smiled lightly and said: "Warm and self-sufficient, you will be waiting for you."

In this way, Nuannuan reaped a silver plate full of flowers and returned with a reputation.

(End of this chapter)